A thousand miles away from the palace of Qi Cang, there is a vast lake.

    There is a small bamboo house by the lake, which is of extraordinary workmanship.

    Surrounded by mountains, reflected in the lake, the water and the sky are the same color, adding a bit of wonderful artistic conception.

    A young man with long hair and a shawl and a white robe was fishing leisurely with a fishing rod in his hand.

    He was handsome, but it felt like he was covered with fog.

    As if after leaving, he would forget what he looked like.

    "Do you mean that Qi Cang planned to attack Feixian sect recently because the leader Jiang Cheng had a big chance?"

    The young man rose slowly, and his spotless white robe hung down like a wave of water.

    "Yes

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